i've reached the bottom throes of depression and although it's widely understood that once you hit the rockiest of rock bottoms, the only way to go is up, my vertical journey in that direction has been well, short of stagnant,

the consequence of it all is that, in the past few months, it seems that my life never really progressed - that i'm stucked in a time warp which gives me the impression of escape, but closes my exit points just as i tether the brink of freedom,

so at the end of the day, after trudging through miles and miles of nostalgia and memories, i realise that i'm actually travelling in a wide circle, but the funny fact is the realisation that i've not yet come a full revolution, (although it's obviously a cyclic path i'm following),

so i'm just waiting for the day when i reach my start point, when i can finally breathe long and hard and believe it when i say that i don't hate and most importantly, don't love anything anymore,  ¶ 2:48 pm